It's just me yo.
No, really. THIS is how I do it.I think about a lot of random stuff and I like to write it down. I believe in a lot of things and I think an equal amount of stuff is total crap. I am a cynical optimist. I am real. I like synchronicity and idiosyncrasy. My brain works quickly, which does not guarantee accuracy but is not A.D.D. Usually my mouth works even more quickly. I thought being really tall and living in Asia was pretty cool; but I am super glad to be back in California now. I want to be happy, bendy and satisfied... Because really, who wouldn't?
Tag Archives: Lamma Island
I once flew across the Pacific Ocean for a weekend just for the chance to meet someone. It was like, 26 hours in the air and 48 hours on the ground… and I never even met the man. Seriously. I … Continue reading
The type of memories that turn your bones to glass turn your bones to glass… My house is a complete disaster and I have about ten million things to do. So, of course, I am sitting here blogging about it … Continue reading
Cheap utilities including phone service – remember that year we all got our electricity subsidized? That was cool. [Seems fair anyhow since our little island provides HK with ALL its power.] Everywhere you might want to travel seems to be … Continue reading
For all you guys from Yung Shue Wan to Pak Kok Tsuen… you have made the five years more of everything, in every way. Big love especially to: Peter Berry, Karine (Frenchie!), Cath & Daz, Andy Griff, Kate Locke, Aussie … Continue reading
Today is the Ching Ming Festival in Hong Kong. With no ancestors buried in the local hills to offer my respects (or Nestea or fruit or Pringles or incense or flowers or cakes or prayer papers) to, for me this … Continue reading
The weather has been interesting in Hong Kong recently. Actually, I have no idea what the weather has really been like, because it has been invisible behind the veil of pollution we’ve been living under. Two days ago the air … Continue reading
Where I live is quite fragrant. Hong Kong, after all, translates to “Fragrant Harbor.” This can be a good thing, though more often than not, it is a bad thing. This is mostly because I have a very sensitive sense … Continue reading
Face to face I find, I contemplate Even though a man is made of clay Everything can change that one fine One fine day Sometimes I have to pause to really acknowledge and understand how completely awe-inspiring my friends are. … Continue reading
I love live music. I love going to shows. I love to shake my booty. Hong Kong generally totally sucks in all of these categories, offering cover bands, arena shows at an arena far far away, and suspect club music … Continue reading